Made To Be Old - Here We Go Magic

Made to be faded

Born to the old

A little pretending always got your the perfect role

Different era, none of your time

Holes in the sidewalk

Holes in your jeans

Sliding your first door hard at work or so it seems

Really just hot dogs

Your weight at the tar (?)

I know I haven’t a new thing to say

But the words come easy then fade away

It’s what you do when you’re faced with discomfort

Maybe kiss your lover, frozen yogurt

(Leaving everything open now)

You look like a prison without the time

Sticking your head out of the office to let it shine

You’re making no difference, babe

You’re drawing no line

Monday’s are better

The yahoos went home

Drinking a vintage soka fish right from the bone

You know the swedish know music

But do they know mine?

I know I haven’t a new thing to say

But the words come easy then fade away

It’s what you do when you’re faced with discomfort

Maybe kiss your lover, frozen yogurt

(Leaving everything open now)